To my love on Valentine’s Day

Years ago, when I first laid eyes on you through my iPhone, I knew this was something special. I spent all day scrolling and swiping and couldn’t believe my eyes. Had I finally found the one? You were everything I could have imagined, and I was drawn to your every word.

We exchanged a few messages and I knew it was time to see you in person. Would you look like the pictures? Would it be love at first sight? I was so nervous. I sent some screenshots of you to my friends. They all said you would be perfect for me. I hoped they were right.

The moment I laid eyes on you, it felt too good to be true. I waited so long for this day. I could see our future together: getting to know each other, hanging out with friends, celebrating holidays, and cooking cozy dinners on Sunday nights.

I asked as many questions as I could. I had to know everything about you, and fast. I knew you were a catch and I had to lock it down quickly. But, I didn’t want to seem too eager.

When I returned home, I couldn’t stop bragging about you to my roommates. Of course, they were jealous. They knew my life was about to change and that we would be spending much of our time together. But, once they understood how perfect we were for each other, they couldn’t help but be supportive. That night, we all gushed about you and imagined our future together.

Overnight, my head filled with fear. I laid awake and worried that maybe I was blinded by love. I worried that you wouldn’t live up to my expectations and that I wouldn’t live up to yours. I worried that after a few months, one of us might get bored and look for something new.

But, it all worked out. And ever since that day, we’ve spent every night together and transformed each other into our best possible selves. You’re always there for me, offering a place to rest my head, and a space to call my own. You are my home.